MY HANDSOME GIRL'S
CHAPTER 30
Today is the school festival day. A very long-awaited day for all students. Me and the rest of the drama club were very busy with our activities. From morning until noon we were busy guarding the drama club stand and serving the people who came in and out of our stand.
I'm almost troubled. Thankfully, my mom always helped me. Sometimes I hold a wound on my left hand that has not fully healed.
"Lo's still sick? Mending you rest just don't help at the stand," said Bisma softly.
I shook my head slowly. "Gue is okay. Some would cheat if for example I just sit around, while others are busy at work."
"Yes, the conditions are different. You just got out of the hospital" he said.
"Oh, I'm okay. Plis, let me help you, "my door with a face made as blank as possible. Even though it looks so disgusting and doesn't fit my image.
"As far as you are, deh." Finally, Bisma resigned as well. "Lo is stubborn."
I'm just grinning.
Our stand is always full because our stand is the only food and beverage stand in the form of a mini-resto. Our stand is only open until noon. Because the rest of us had to prepare for the stage drama as a result of our hard work training on the peak night of the school festival. Yes, the school festival this time will last for 24 hours until midnight. To show maximum results, two days earlier we were training incessantly. Actually it makes me very tired especially with my condition like this. But that doesn't make me give up. The others look very excited. I might look lethargic alone. I hope that our performance tonight goes well.
The awaited moment arrived, I peeked out from behind the curtain of the stage. The audience seats are filled by parents and students. My eyes searched for the figure I wanted to see in the audience. My eyes finally caught the figure, he sat in the middle row fused between the hordes of students and parents. He smiled at me. Yes, he is Papa. I'm very happy, because now Papa's attitude has completely changed since that incident. Even though it's a wound I have to get. I'm willing to get a thousand wounds from Papa always smiling so to me.
"Come, Al. Get ready for our show to begin soon." Brother Rio who subconsciously surprised me from behind.
I nodded and followed him, merging with the others. We members of the drama club held hands and prayed that everything would be smooth to the end.
***
Very nice applause at the end of the performance. We managed to entertain the audience with the show we showed.
After the show is over. Bisma took me up to the top of the school building to watch the fireworks that will be lit right at midnight.
The wind is getting colder. And I don't know why my shameless heart is suddenly racing. Is it time for me to say that feeling as long as I'm quiet. But on the other hand I'm embarrassed, when a girl expresses her feelings first. And on the other hand I have no patience waiting for Bhishma who has never been sensitive to my feelings .. ah, to hell with the sense of prestige. I have to say it right now.
"Bis," I cried.
"Yes?" saith.
"Anu .. a. tonight there are so many stars, huh?" Stupid, stupid, stupid. My disability in my heart. Why am I even talking about something else.
"Yes, not usually. The moon is also very bright" he said, looking up at the sky.
Then a moment of silence. There was only the sound of the crowd of people who were below.
"Bis, I want to say something to you" I said nervously.
"What?" he asked without even a hint of taking his eyes off the sky.
I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Actually I .. I like you the same."
At once, Bisma looked at me and smiled. "Gue knows, I know."
"What's? you know from whom?”
“Everyone also knows when you like me.”
“Keep why do you behave normally?”
“Emang lo want me to like how?”
“Yes no matter what, sih.” I'm shaking bete's lips. Ih, Bis .. why are you not sensitive, anyway.
Suddenly the look on Bisma's face turned serious. I should have known that I would have been rejected. What if after this incident Bhishma directly stayed away from me. Why don't I think that far. I closed my eyes, powerless to see the expression of Bhishma after hearing my confession.
"I actually like you too. But ..." he muttered.
I opened my eyes immediately. Can't wait to hear the next bisma. "But what?" but until a few minutes Bisma was still silent.
"Gue doesn't like tomboy girls very much."
I looked at him stupefied. Then my hand reached for the wig I was wearing at the time. To show my long hair straight and waving in the night wind.
Bisma looked at me with a slapped expression. He seemed shocked to see the real me.
“What now you still have a reason to reject me?”
“Al, is this really lo?” ask her with eyes still round.
I nodded and smiled.
His sturdy pair of hands encapsulated my face, on both sides of my cheeks and jaw. Everything happens in just seconds. I widened my eyes when that face looked down at me. Everything looks dark. Then ... a pair of warm lips touched my cold, shivering lips. I was silent. Too shocked by what happened. Simultaneously the sound of fireworks blaring in the sky. Decorate the sky with color. Very lovely. Adding a romantic impression. The people at the bottom were heard cheering happily.
The kiss felt soft and warm. As soft and warm as a pair of hands wrapped around my face. Without me closing my eyes. Curesapi the warm feeling that spread throughout my body in shock. Time and all around me seemed to disappear instantly. My heart is shaking violently. It's the most beautiful kiss I've ever felt and at once.
But a second later Bhishma released her kiss along with the cessation of fireworks. I opened my eyes to find Bisma smiling at me.
“Just a stupid guy who rejects a girl as good and sweet as lo.”
“But, didn't you just refuse me?”
he chuckles. “Indeed when did I say that I refused you? I'm just saying I don't really like tomboys. And look at the other side lo like this maybe I can negotiate with my heart.”
”Lo is smart looking for a reason, yes,” cubitku slowly.
Bisma whimpered softly, then we laughed together
“Some are happy, nih.” The sound of Inspiration shocked me all of a sudden.
He was standing behind me.
What worries me is what if Ilham does rashly again. Afraid that Ilham would hit Bhishma again for daring to kiss me. And it seems like Ilham was able to catch the anxiety streak on my face.
“Lo don't worry I'll hit Bisma again, Al. I've relaxed lo kok.”
I glanced at Yayu who was smiling while nodding her head at me hinting that everything would be fine.
“Yes, Ilham is not angry anymore with me,” timpal Bisma.
“Lo really not angry?”
“One thing you need to know, Al. I like the same lo but that does not mean I have to have lo. Besides maybe someday there will be someone who can shift your position in my heart.” She grinned.
“Iya dong's. I'm sure Ilham will definitely move on as soon as possible from you. You see, every day he gets sick when he sees the same bisma together. Well, it will be slowly the feeling of him to the elo will disappear, tuh.” Dicky embraces Inspiration while taunting it.
“Damn, lo,” cibir Ilham.
Then we laughed together. In between our laughter, Dicky suddenly held Yayu's hand. Of course it makes me wonder to see it, especially Yayu herself who looks surprised as well.
“Yu, on this beautiful night I also want to say something to elo.”
I just looked at her, then looked towards Bhishma. But he returned my confused gaze with a smile and a nod. I finally understood what was going to happen next. I also kept quiet and smiled.
A few minutes Dicky was silent while holding Yayu's hands together. Until finally he dared to talk too. “Actually I want to say that I .. I like lo.”
“Lo want to be my girl?” tanyakanya.
Yayu looks dumb. Maybe it was too sudden for him. Yayu glanced at me, I know the expression on her face that looks as if asking for my opinion. What should he do.
I smiled and nodded. Dicky's not a bad guy anyway. But it's also up to Yayu to accept it or not, I have no right to force her to accept Dicky. And unexpectedly Yayu nodded in agreement. I widened my eyes.
Dicky's gaping mouth could not believe that his love was accepted by Yayu. Then he cheered happily. We are thrilled to see Yayu and Dicky officially dating.
“Yahhh .. kok on the night of the school festival all got girlfriends, except me?” said Ilham put on a face that looks sullen. “So now I'm single alone dong?”
“Nothing really, Ham. Singles are also important elo still alive,” Dicky taunted.
Inspiration racking waist. “Oh, so now you're starting to brave my lead. Arrogant ya lo mentang-about already have a girlfriend.”
And .. yeah, you know what happens next? They fight, but they fight lies. I smiled at the behavior of both of them.
Then unexpectedly, Bhishma grabbed both of my hands and held them.
“Now you do not need to maxain yourself to be like a guy again. And you can look like a normal girl.”
Bhishma was right, now I no longer need to force myself to look like a boy. Because Papa accepted me as his daughter. And I don't need the wig I'm holding right now.
He kissed both of my hands, then hugged me tightly.
I'm really happy tonight. There will be no words that can express this true happiness. The happiness that I thought was only in a dream that I would never be able to achieve. But, now I managed to grab it and prove to Mama and the world that I too deserve to be happy.
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